Inappropriate Advances

Peter pushed his way through the crowd and eyed the businessmen warily. "Hello," he said hesitantly.

One of the men, a tall guy with a wide grin, patted Walter on the shoulder. "Your dad is quite the showstopper, kid! We were just suggesting that he present his invention—and himself—in a more private setting."

Walter laughed heartily and winked at Peter. "These gentlemen thought it was a great idea for me to demonstrate my invention and my new body more intimately in their hotel room. What do you think about that, son?"

Peter felt increasingly uncomfortable. "Uh, yeah, sure, Dad. That sounds... interesting."

Another businessman stepped forward, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Yeah, we thought it would be a great idea to take a closer look at this beautiful, tight vag—Ah, I mean, this innovative invention in a more intimate setting. What do you think, Leni—or should I say, Walter?"

Walter seemed to be enjoying the attention and responded with a broad grin: "Call me Leni while I'm in this body. And let me assure you, things are heating up faster in my underwear than they are on this booth!"

The businessmen laughed and slapped each other on the back. Peter stood there, watching the scene with growing irritation and concern. He couldn't believe how his father—or rather, Leni—was responding to the suggestive comments of the businessmen. It was as if Walter was in his element, basking in the attention and flattering remarks.

"So, son, what do you think? Should I show these gentlemen what I'm capable of as Leni?" Walter asked with a wink.